Now silent falls the clacking mill; Sweet -- sweeter smells the briar; The dew wells big on bud and twig; The glow-worm's wrapt in fire. Then sing, lully, lullay, with me, And softly, lill-lall-lo, love, 'Tis high time, and wild time, And no time, no, love! The Western sky has vailed her rose; The night-wind to the willow Sigheth, 'Now lovely, lean thy head, Thy tresses be my pillow!' Then sing, lully, lullay, with me, And softly, lill-lall-lo, love, 'Tis high time, and wild time, And no time, no, love! Cries in the brake, bells in the sea: The moon o'er moor and mountain Cruddles her light from height to height, Bedazzles pool and fountain. Leap, fox; hoot, owl; wail, warbler sweet: 'Tis midnight now's a-brewing; The fairy mob is all abroad, And witches at their wooing. . . Then sing, lully, lullay, with me, And softly, lill-lall-lo, love, 'Tis high time, and wild time, And no time, no, love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOWERS OF SIMON RODIA; FOR HOWARD W. SWENSON 1903-1081 by KAREN SWENSON RONDEL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE WINTER TREE by WALTER R. ADAMS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |